Dominic is MIA

I almost had a heart attack today. Seriously. I was on the brink. Ashton and I were happily playing on the computer and Dominic was playing close by with a couple of CDs he found. Ashton had a poopy diaper, though he insisted he had a "clean butt" as he so eloquently put it. A mild battle ensued which ended in me carrying him to the changing table. It was a massive diaper and took some time.

I put Ashton on the floor and told him I was going to check on Dominic. Ashton's door was mostly closed - a sign that Dominic is merrily playing away inside.

This was NOT the case!

I wasn't worried at first. I started making my rounds through the house (and my house isn't big). But I couldn't find him. Then it struck me. The house is quiet. Too quiet. Dominic is NEVER quite. He plays loud. He makes sound effects. He yells if he is happy, sad, or angry. He gives rasberries to everything including the air. But it was quiet.

I began to freak out. I frantically ran through the house searching everywhere for him. My heart was beating so fast. I actually thought of calling the police. He couldn't get outside. We have childproofed the doors because Ashton has on more than one occasion decided he wanted to go to the park next door by himself (I caught him immediately both times). So where could he be?



Sleeping away under the play table that I ran by like a zillion times while looking for him.